Hoopla

where to start, i'll say my poundin heart

really makes me trip, after the weed gets sparked

and yet it doesn't mean shit

because I will keep my composure

i never really did like risking the exposure

Not to the Sir's and not to the ladies

let alone my parents who would turn into hades

cause they're old school and they're definitley not down

so for they're sake i try and lock down

any stray talk, because everyone's listening

its said the walls have ears and their comments start rippling

the water of life and do i need that

naw fuck the strife it'd make me to go back

still i got things that steady stay good

i don't know where i'm headed now

but i know that i would

attempt to make it different

because i'm sure that i could

but wallowing in hindrances is real misunderstood

i let my mind get crowded

my hindsight's clouded

but in the end my foresight keeps me grounded

i mean its not like i got premonition

its kind of like a hunch or deep addiction

with a yearning to get out

add a little music and watch the fucker sprout

there's no way ill make it all the way through without doubt